Haughty – definition: disdainfully proud; snobbish; scornfully arrogant
Today I’m sharing an excerpt from my novel, The Twesome Loop. Miss. Coombes may be old but she certainly has Brett’s measure.
Brett glanced through the door, berating himself for not shutting it. He needed to ensure he was not observed writing down the daughter’s particulars. Confident no-one was in the corridor outside he quickly wrote the name and address down and put the slip of paper in his top pocket. Breathing a sigh of relief he then noticed the file was not for Mr. Collin at all, but for the senior partner, Mr. Forbes.
“I’ll just be a minute, Dawn, I have a file for Mr. Forbes. If Mr. Collin arrives, please tell him his files are catalogued and ready for him.”
“Yes, Mr. Shaw. When you return will you need dictation?”
“Not now, I have more important matters to attend to.”
He certainly didn’t have time for a quickie, bimbo’s like Dawn were a penny a dozen. He had more crucial things to do, like finding out as much as he could about Miss Lynch without raising suspicion. Brett walked down the corridor towards the senior partner’s office; it was difficult keeping his excitement in check until he turned to see Miss Coombes shriveled form hunched over her desk. She always gave Brett the shivers looking at her wizened gargoyle like form; she must have been ninety if a day. All his conniving to get rid of her had failed as old man Forbes was completely adverse to change so he kept this relic guarding his door. But Brett now thought this may well be the day he not only managed to further his career but also got his hands on a substantial amount of money.
“Miss Coombes is Mr. Forbes in his office?”
“Of course he is, Mr. Shaw, where else would he be at this time of day?”
Brett nodded and rolled his eyes as he turned to gently tap on the oak door. A muffled voice commanded him enter. Forbes sat behind a dark oak desk, which gleamed with years of polishing. The aroma of Cuban cigar smoke hung in the air.
“Ah, Mr. Forbes, Sir, I found this file mixed with Mr. Collin’s documentation.”
“Thank you….Shaw isn’t it? Let me see. Ah yes, the Lynch file. Give it to Miss Coombes she can catalog it.”
“Certainly, Sir, pardon me for being so bold, but is the family known to you?”
“Actually, yes, they were very old family friends. It was a sad departure only weeks apart but it often happens that way with old married couples, you know. Why do you ask?”
“Just curious, Sir, the name seemed familiar.”
“You may have come across the name in the newspaper. The Lynch’s were very involved in their community.”
“That must be it, Sir; well I won’t take up any more of your time.”
Now Brett had a place to start his investigations. The local newspaper records would be full of information he could use. He would drive to the Lynch house tonight and watch for a while. He might even get to see the daughter. If she wasn’t too abhorrent he could be on easy street in no time.
Do you have a haughty character?